[ Rhys is, honestly, ten seconds away from scooping up his Lillipup and getting the hell out of dodge. The more he and Jack talk, the more Rhys knows he's gonna let something slip, and then things will really go pear-shaped. Especially since Rhys has a habit of saying stupid shit when he's nervous.
And just being around Jack is more than enough to make him top-tier nervous. Especially since Jack's cottoned on to the fact that he's got tech from Pandora.
Oh no.
He's about to make an excuse about it, maybe he's made a mistake? Maybe he's just got, you know, one of those faces? Maybe his tech and the tech Jack is familiar with are just really, really similar?
But then Jack says-- he says that, asks that, and Rhys wants to die. Immediately. ]
Wh-- No! No, no no no no no. Nope. Definitely not. I've never even-- I'm not a-- a Fuckswing salesman! Far from it! I've never even heard of one! That combination of those words? Nope! Not in this galaxy!
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And just being around Jack is more than enough to make him top-tier nervous. Especially since Jack's cottoned on to the fact that he's got tech from Pandora.
Oh no.
He's about to make an excuse about it, maybe he's made a mistake? Maybe he's just got, you know, one of those faces? Maybe his tech and the tech Jack is familiar with are just really, really similar?
But then Jack says-- he says that, asks that, and Rhys wants to die. Immediately. ]
Wh-- No! No, no no no no no. Nope. Definitely not. I've never even-- I'm not a-- a Fuckswing salesman! Far from it! I've never even heard of one! That combination of those words? Nope! Not in this galaxy!
Or any others!